Chapter 6

Chapter 6 - Zoe

It vaguely occurred to me to be embarrassed as we approached the impressive facade.

I had learned a long time ago the rich were not to be trusted. Behind closed doors Kinks and perversions are all the same. Even so, I was impressed with this guy - no, Roman. His name is Roman. There was something about him that made me feel safe.

I'm sure if I wasn't so dulled I'd be able to appreciate the opulence of the lobby's white marble and creams and golds as we glide through with his hand on my low back. The ornate elevator with it's gold trim and mirrored walls and elegant touches of white marble couldn't hold my attention as much as the heat coming off the man I was currently tucked into.

I felt every spark of electricity his fingers sent through my skimpy dress.

I furrowed my brow. You're not going to be punished. Memories simmered under the black surface of my mind. If I was honest, I'd had orgasms but never pleasure. I read a lot since it was my escape into another world, so I knew it happened sometimes, but never to me...until tonight.

Suddenly I could do nothing but focus on the sensations coursing through my body. The hall we walked down was blurry as my eyes dilated from the assault of feeling. The key in the lock was silent as my blood thrummed in my head and my heart raced in my chest.

I hadn't had enough powder to last this long. That's all. I'm coming down. Surely it's not the man. Roman had all the features of an Abercrombie model but I had fucked pretty before and never felt like this.

We walked just inside the door. Roman flicked the switch. While I had expected black and chrome and bachelor style entertainment, what I actually saw distracted me.

Beiges and creams accented dark wood furniture and the dark coffee colored couch and chairs it was masculine without being overbearing. My shoulders relaxed as something clicked inside my soul. I was alone with Roman for the first time and not since I was a child when I was first abducted and sold have my nerves been this frayed.

I sniffed as my nose started running again. I walked further into the apartment trying to take it all in but the screaming in my head was loud. I rubbed my forehead and turned to Roman.

"Where can I freshen up?" I asked as I brandished my bottle travel size mouthwash and deodorant. Honestly I just wanted to tamp down the jumble in my head.

"Down the hall. Last door on the right. Go ahead and grab a shower, but..."

"But?" I asked quietly. I shuffled from one numb foot to the other. Part of me hoped he'd just take me right there and then. That would at least stop my dark thoughts.

He crossed over to a cabinet and retrieved something. When he came back he held up a baggie of the most beautiful golden and purple weed I'd ever seen.

"We stick to this tonight." I looked from the baggie to him and smiled. Plucking it from his fingers I opened it and took a big whiff. The earthy tang of the weed filled my nostrils and teased my senses with the promise of bliss.

"You're the boss. Money first, boss," I smiled. He nodded, walking down the hall to the left and disappearing momentarily. When he returned with three stacks of one thousand dollars, I swallowed my excitement and barely managed not to actually fist pump. Now if I could make it out the door with the cash in hand at the end of the night without having to do anything too humiliating I'd be set.

I stuffed the money in my purse and turned towards the bathroom with renewed purpose.